The Reckoning

I long to be your eyes and ears
To see the world from a consummate position
I want to be the reckoning
Approaching ever faster through the fields behind you
I long to be your lasting fears
I want to be your midnight apparitions
I want to be the sound only
You hear when you yawn. Let me be the sweat in your pores
As I’ve seen elation before, though I’ve felt seen anything like ‘the famous
light'
I had to go. But does no longer despair reside behind dead eyes at night
I warned you so. I feared the call and fought the tired spells
Every night I lose a life but I feel most alive in these little deaths
I saw the year in stood here
Though I never noticed any of the passing hours
Despondency is not new to me
Hazy eyes, early hours become sanctuary
The closing year became clear
I clean my hands of its struggle, heartbreak and misery
You’re made of everything I’d always thought had given up on me
I was worried they had me, I feared the waning moon had burnt out in spite
Though I feel the frost beneath my feet
I feel the freeze begin to fleet
In separate beds, in cutting weather
Slowly you’re putting my pieces back together
We are the 6am sermon, the silent oration
No one hears and no one knows that I once was so broken